Whence I am coming from, it is a mystery
Remembering my abode is a misery
The road on which I lived is buried by the snow
Recollections of home, anymore, barely glow

Behold horizons, not knowing what I chase for
Just a place that won’t remind me home anymore
As the forbidden dream strays further than the Sun
There is no more reason to remain on the run

And so, I shall blow the snow off this muddy ground
A prayed-upon home of my own, the Stray Chaser
And then I pray over this hope that I have found
Until one day, when the Frigid Past comes over